So for Mother’s Day I got the cutest little camera.  It’s pink.  I haven’t actually owned a camera of my own since that Kodak Disc I got for my 18th birthday, so this whole digital thing is stretching my sense of what a camera should be.  Plus I’m a terrible photographer.  But it’s pink, and itty-bitty, with its own little case, so I can carry it on my bike.  I made the mistake of not really taking pictures on PBP in 2003, and I regret it, so I’m going to practice in Wisconsin.  And did I mention that this particular camera is pink?  It will match all my carefully color-coordinated cycling clothes . . .

I went out this afternoon and did an hour or so of intervals, and while I was cooling down, I stopped and took a few random pictures of Lochmere Lake, simply because that’s where I was.  Mr. Helpful showed me how to get the pictures from the camera to my computer, but the information chain sort of fell apart at that point, and I’m still not sure how to actually get them onto the blog.  He did this one, and it seemed that his method was a bit haphazard.  I’ll have to keep working on that . . .

Anyway, I got my bike back on Friday, and fortuitously, my new light arrived about an hour later.  So I bolted it onto the bike and when it got dark I went for a spin.  Wow–I had forgotten what a difference really good lights make (and familiar roads, and fabulous weather, and no clock to watch . . .)  So I just spun around for a while, enjoying the dark and the warmth and the smell of the honeysuckle.

Oooh–and I got fenders, too!  I’m so excited–maybe my butt won’t be so soggy now!  They’re really cool; they aren’t the big, long full fenders with mudflap that would be ultra-protective, because my bike simply won’t accommodate those (and don’t email me telling me I should fashion my own out of PVC pipe or something–my crafty-ness tends more toward the textile side of things!), but they’re definitely fenders.  Shiny, black, sort of . . . quaint-looking.  Not that I’m lobbying for rain or anything–dry is still good!

Okay.  There’s a nearly-finished dishcloth upstairs calling my name.

More boring pix of Lochmere Lake coming soon, as soon as I figure out how.